Quotes About Life Is A Game Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Oh? I remembered saying that if you won one round with me, only then would I give you a chance to discuss. I gave you a total of three chances, but you didn’t even win once! So, you should leave!” Jian Jianan’s both hands slowly clenched into fists at her sides, but her face was still smiling. “Life is like a chess game. It has to be played step by step. This also applies to people. Chess games can be full of wonders. When living life, those who understand chess would be able to discover the complicated connections between chess and life. Both of us know the reason you don’t want to collaborate with me. If my life is a chess game, then suicide would be a wrong move in my life. A wrong move

Then stopped as if remembering something. " But if he's called off the bet, how the hell are we going to know if he really has feelings for you?" She asked. I pondered on it for a while and thats when I smirked. " Just because a player quits doesn't mean the game's over." I said and stared ahead. Ariana watched me keenly. " And what do you have in mind?" She asked menacingly. I chuckled. " Its a game right?" " Right." " Then we keep on playing...." I said and glanced at her. She grinned wildly and hugged me tightly.

I was just me—a woman surrounded by the people who’d seen me fall apart and rebuild from the ashes. At one point, Ava pulled out a box. “Alright,” she said with a mischievous smile, “we have to play a game. Don’t look at me like that—it’s tradition.” “Oh no,” I groaned. “What kind of game?” “It’s called ‘Roman or Not Roman.’” The girls laughed as she held up flashcards. Each had a quote on it—some romantic, some ridiculous—and I had to guess if it was something Roman had said to me or something she made up.

“Life is a series of moves, Ava. You either plan three steps ahead, or you spend your days reacting to someone else’s strategy. The question is, which one do you want to be?” “Maybe I don’t want to play at all,” I said, my voice quieter now as I lost subtle interest in the games, temporarily. “That’s not an option,” I said sharply. “Not for you. Not for me. We’re already in the game, whether you like it or not.” The room fell silent, the weight of his words pressing down on me like a physical force. I moved my rook, a desperate attempt to regain some ground, but James’s laugh told me it was a futile effort.

“You never know when you’ll need to distract a pissed-off woman.” He leaned back against the headboard shuffling a deck of cards with one hand. The muscles in his forearm flexed, and I mentally slapped myself for noticing. “I hope you're good?” “Not just good. I'm competitive. I never lose,” “Neither do I,” He said, smoothly. “Let's make it interesting,” “Define interesting,” “Loser sheds a layer,” “You're joking,” “I'm dead serious,” He said, “What's life without a little risk…uh…”

I chuckled at his words. "Well, it's definitely been a while. Cane." There is always a new mission in every step of a game known as life. One wrong step and you can lose this game. ______________________________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback Spread the purple heart. 

“this game is hard Jeoff, you seem to win.” “Are you giving up?” “why have you eaten dinner Jeoff?” and I heard her tummy. “And I have so we can’t finish this game.” I smirked. “are you saying that you lose?” “No, no one lose or win Jeoff.” I just laughed and she messed up the board. Lastly, what I learned in this game, don’t be too serious in life, there are things that we can’t control and there are things that we can’t.

I said. “Well, you should have to turn it into?! But you are so hardheaded! Look! A possible love life was gone!” she still lectured me. I sigh and give her a boring look. “I’m not into love life jem, and you know it!” I said telling her for the hundredth time. She looked at me and held my shoulders, “Ashley, games can really make you happy, it releases the inner fun in you, but… you can’t be playing all your life” she said. “You need someone to live the rest of your life Ashley, pops will not always be there, and you know it” she added.

I asked coolly. Lloyd’s smile stiffened, and he wanted to yell back, but Naomi shielded him behind her. “He didn’t say anything wrong. You ARE great at pretending. We’ve been together for three years, and it’s only now that I realize just how much of a smooth talker you are!” I met Naomi’s gaze squarely and shot back, “Heh. Same to you. I never realized how stupid you were either.” Naomi’s expression changed. Furious, Lloyd pointed at me. “It’s no wonder why they say a person’s true colors are revealed only after a breakup! Those who insult their exes aren’t good people!”

I said with the tears that sparked up at the corner of my eyes. "What makes you think that?" "I know I've got you wrapped round my fingers, believe me or not I have become the queen in this game of life and death" "I have always started a game and I will end it so get up now and strip off your clothes. You had better not waste my time, no more excuses and no more silly demands"